My dear one. A lasting time. A long holding on. Holding on to all that has been, holding on to all those memories, holding on to the “what ifs.” Holding me captive to what never is. Keeping me stuck. Stuck in my own thoughts, stuck in places where I once found joy and happiness.
Even though it is tempting to travel there, I choose to let go. To let go of what was. To set you free. To let you travel anywhere you want to go. I set my heart free by freeing you. By letting go and saying, “I’m sorry, and I love you.” Loving you means letting you go. Letting you go and setting you free. I am here, right now.
Who is the “I,” and who is “me”? Who am I? Am I the little oak tree, waiting impatiently to grow and become wise like the old and majestic oak tree? Or am I allowing myself to flow, to open, to simply become? Opening myself up to new possibilities. Freeing myself from the stress that arises when I believe I am not yet where I should be, that I am somehow stagnant—not moving fast enough, not evolving in the way I would have hoped.
Why do I ask these questions? Why? Shouldn’t I trust and enjoy the journey? Shouldn’t I savor the ride and just be? Whatever we call it—this life, this presence, this moment—it is in me. It is in you. It is everywhere and anywhere.
All we need to do is pause, breathe, and listen. Listen to what is. Feel what is. Be here, right now, with all that we are and all that there is.